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"Slimy, huh? Well, bugger-wugger, let's see how you break that face of yours.”
      Ender couldn't see it coming, except a slight shift of Peter's weight; the mask cut out his peripheral vision. Suddenly there was the pain and pressure of a blow to the side of his head; he lost balance, fell that way.
      “Don't see too well, do you, bugger?” said Peter.
      Ender began to take off the mask. Peter put his toe against Ender's groin. “Don't take off the mask,” Peter said.
      Ender pulled the mask down into place, took his hands away.
      Peter pressed with his foot. Pain shot through Ender; he doubled up.
      "Lie flat, bugger. We're gonna vivisect you, bugger. At long last we've got one of you alive, and we're going to see how you work.”
      “Peter, stop it,” Ender said.
      "Peter, stop it. Very good. So you buggers can guess our names. You can make yourselves sound like pathetic, cute little children so we'll love you and be nice to you. But it doesn't work. I can see you for what you really are. They meant you to be human, little Third, but you're really a bugger, and now it shows.”
      He lifted his foot, took a step, and then knelt on Ender, his knee pressing into Ender's belly just below the breastbone. He put more and more of his weight on Ender. It became hard to breathe.
      “I could kill you like this,” Peter whispered. "Just press and press until you're dead. And I could say that I didn't know it would hurt you, that we were just playing, and they'd believe me, and everything would be fine. And you'd be dead. Everything would be fine.”
      Ender could not speak; the breath was being forced from his lungs. Peter might mean it. Probably didn't mean it, but then he might.
      “I do mean it,” Peter said. "Whatever you think. I mean it. They only authorized you because I was so promising. But I didn't pan out. You did better. They think you're better. But I don't want a better little brother, Ender. I don't want a Third.”
      “I'll tell,” Valentine said.
      "No one would believe you.”
      "They'd believe me.”
      "Then you're dead, too, sweet little sister.”
      “Oh, yes,” said Valentine. "They'll believe that. 'I didn't know it would kill Andrew. And when he was dead, I didn't know it would kill Valentine too.'“
      The pressure let up a little.
      "So. Not today. But someday you two won't be together. And there'll be an accident.”
      “You're all talk,” Valentine said. "You don't mean any of it.”
      "I don't?”
      “And do you know why you don't mean it?” Valentine asked. "Because you want to be in government someday. You want to be elected. And they won't elect you if your opponents can dig up the fact that your brother and sister both died in suspicious accidents when they were little. Especially because of the letter I've put in my secret file, which will be opened in the event of my death.”
      “Don't give me that kind of crap,” Peter said.
      "It says, I didn't die a natural death. Peter killed me, and if he hasn't already killed Andrew, he will soon. Not enough to convict you, but enough to keep you from ever getting elected.”
      “You're his monitor now,” said Peter. "You better watch him, day and night. You better be there.”
      "Ender and I aren't stupid. We scored as well as you did on everything. Better on some things. We're all such wonderfully bright children. You're not the smartest, Peter, just the biggest.”
      "Oh, I know. But there'll come a day when you aren't there with him, when you forget. And suddenly you'll remember, and you'll rush to him, and there he'll be perfectly all right. And the next time you won't worry so much, and you won't come so fast. And every time, he'll be all right. And you'll think that I forgot. Even though you'll remember that I said this, you'll think that I forgot. And years will pass. And then there'll be a terrible accident, and I'll find his body, and I'll cry and cry over him, and you'll